This past week, I became Bar Mitzvah again. Until a week ago, I didn’t see that this poem of mine was on the screen on a monitor. I wrote this one four years ago. I share it again today.
What will it take to find your Holy Place?
You will have comfort and pray at your own pace.
Is it where you connect to a past generation?
Perhaps it must be one of your own creation.
Seaside where sunset lets you rest at peace.
Where concerns for an hour or so, just cease.
Or people with good times, you love to share.
Or those sad times, when you want to be in their care.
Something you hear, something you feel, something you see.
In your heart, you know it is where you must be.